For tend us well and hear this song,
This song that we are singin',
About this humble carpenter
And how he got to swingin'.
He were well known from County Dunn,
From noble men to fool.
And though his sk** were lackin' much,
He possessed a mighty tool.
Chorus:
Oh, whip shelerry, hang shelerry,
Flop de-diddle-dee,
Well hung by the gallows tree, me boys,
Well hung by the high gallows tree.
With the ladies he were favored,
To them he were quite dear,
And when his sentence, it came down,
Each la** did shed a tear.
For Sheriff John did witness this,
The crime for which he swings,
For any man would k** the one,
Who pounds where he but pinked.
Chorus
And all the la**es of County Dunn,
Where there that fateful morn'
To pay a tearful faretheewell,
To the county's favorite thorn.
The horse did bray,
The rope went taut,
The carpenter did hang,
And all the men of County Dunn
With glee this song they sang!
Chorus (thrice)
Oh, whip shelerry, hang shelerry,
Flop de-diddle-dee,
(Flop de-diddle-dee)
Well hung by the gallows tree, me boys,
Well hung by the high gallows tree.